The 10 best-dressed people from Paris fashion week SS15 – The Guardian (blog)

Leandra Medine

The author of the Man Repeller blog is the Lena Dunham of the streetstyle world. The voice of her generation, as expressed in just the right boyfriend jean and perfectly mussed hair. With her minimal makeup and goofy faces, Medine puts style before vanity. (It should be pointed out that this is relatively easy to do when, like her, you are naturally gorgeous.)

Leandra Medine of the Man Repeller blog.Photograph: Silvia Olsen/REX

Kris Jenner

The Vito Corleone de nos jours was our favourite new power player on the Paris front row. At Balmain she complemented Kim Kardashian’s ivory dress with a tuxedo worthy of James Bond; at Givenchy she was all ostrich feathers and crimson lipstick. By the final day, in fishnets and a statement No 5 handbag, she was shoulder-robing like a pro at Chanel.

Kris Jenner attends the Chanel show.Photograph: Pierre Suu/GC Images

Jony Ive

The first viewing of the Apple watch outside of Cupertino turned into a major love-in between the man who pretty much designed 21st-century developed-world urban life (Ive), and the costume-designers of that world (Wintour, Lagerfeld, Alaia). Ive defied the geek-chic stereotype by looking elegant in a pale blue shirt and toning suit, for a launch breakfast* at Colette boutique. (*Espressos on a tray. This is PFW after all.)

Neneh Cherry

Leave it to the coolest woman in the world ever (fact) to show the rest of those front-row amateurs how to rock a blanket this autumn. (With black trousers, and white trainers. Super cosy on the early morning Eurostar from London, which Neneh and her 18-year-old daughter Mabel caught to catch Stella’s 10am show.)

Nicolas Ghesquière

It’s official: the jean jacket is back. Vuitton designer Ghesquière ditched his trademark show-day navy-blue crewneck sweater for a faded jean jacket this season. (Designers do not wear what they wear on show-day by accident. See: Phoebe Philo in her Kate Bush tour T-shirt.) The boxy, flat-collared jacket is a key new-era Vuitton silhouette – in cracked patent leather, or some such Parisian fanciness – but this look is where it starts.

French fashion designer Nicolas Ghesquière at the end of the Louis Vuitton show.Photograph: Bertrand Guay/AFP/Getty Images

Veronica Heilbrunner

The style editor of German Harper’s Bazaar was this season’s insider girl-crush. She’s got a personalised Burberry blanket with her initials (natch), which she wears with DM boots. She has the ultimate perfect wavy-straight hair and can carry off Nike calf-length sport socks with a midi-skirt. Respect.

Virginie Mouzat

Mouzat is a fashion editor straight out of a Jackie Collins novel. A leonine tawny blonde with fabulous legs and a shoe collection you would happily chew off an arm for, she used to be the fashion editor of Le Monde and is now at Vanity Fair. She cites Philip Roth and Milan Kundera as influences and sees fashion as “a way of taking a position in the world”.

Michelle Williams

A #Firstworldproblem it may be, but it is actually quite difficult to go to the catwalk show of a house you are contracted to, wearing a new-season outfit that they have decided you will wear, and not look like a vacuous dolly. Michelle Williams, who stars in Louis Vuitton’s current ads, gets kudos for making new-season Vuitton look like favourite clothes she packed in her wardrobe. Extra points for the messy bun, which is Kate Moss-perfect.

Miroslava Duma

In a scene where 5ft 11in pencil-thin blondes are two a penny, Duma is hard to miss: she is a tiny 5ft – and, this season, heavily pregnant. (The day Duma-and-bump wore Dries Van Noten purple zig-zagged coat will go down in maternity style history.) Duma is a force to be reckoned with – the daughter of a Russian oil magnate and senator, she is one of the prime fixers on the Moscow fashion scene – but she looks like a tiny matryoshka, with her hair in an old-fashioned centre-parted bun and a butter-wouldn’t-melt expression.

Geraldine Saglio

Do they put powdered-chic in the watercooler at French Vogue? The latest from the stable that brought you Carine Roitfeld and Emanuelle Alt is Geraldine Saglio. How do they get their hair to look simultaneously blow-dried and sumptuous, and late-night good-time-girl stringy? How do they do that thing where they roll a hem on a black jean and make it look as elegant as couture? We are none the wiser, but we continue to watch very closely.